[The way his lips move and the sound of the clubs and party scene getting louder, Marc knows no person would be named Cherub. Caleb. And his own mix up of seconds makes him smile, is it the fumes of the alcohol and the freedom of crowds in mostly darkness that makes your head begin to lose rationality. The mercenary business has you come across the tell tale signs of a honeytrap.
Except it's too natural, too smooth to be a fumbling improvisation, he has done his share.]
Oh, are you drunk?
[He bumps shoulders to emphasize the joke.]
I'm a guy who needs to have as much of a night off and night out as possible.
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Except it's too natural, too smooth to be a fumbling improvisation, he has done his share.]
Oh, are you drunk?
[He bumps shoulders to emphasize the joke.]
I'm a guy who needs to have as much of a night off and night out as possible.